In the quiet of the morning, a father stands tall,
Bearing the weight of dreams, he answers the call.
With hands that have weathered the storms of time,
He crafts a future where hopes brightly chime.
His eyes, a mirror of stories untold,
Reflect the wisdom of ages, fierce and bold.
Through gentle guidance, his lessons unfold,
In every embrace, a warmth to hold.
He walks a path of sacrifice, unseen,
Yet in his shadow, dreams softly convene.
A pillar of strength, a beacon of light,
Guiding each step through the darkest night.
In the echo of laughter, his spirit lives on,
A legacy of love, never to be gone.
In the tapestry of life, he weaves his part,
A fatherâs love, forever in the heart.